This May I turn 67 years old. As I age I will always try to be the best person I can be. Knowing that I will fail at times. I must stay true to myself. This is a very recent photo of me in the morning. One with a freshly washed face (no makeup), just a little face cream. The other with light make-up. I use an Almay makeup, with a little blush. That is about it when I do use it. In the summertime when I get a little color, I don’t wear any at all!
Prayer for growing old (I think I am already there!)
Dear Higher Power, You know better than I myself that I am growing older and will someday be old. Keep me from the fatal habit of thinking I must say something on every subject and on every occasion.
Release me from craving to straighten out everybody’s affairs. Make me thoughtful but not moody; helpful but not bossy.
With my vast store of wisdom, it seems a pity not to use it all; but You know, Beloved, that I want a few friends at the end.
Keep my mind free from the recital of endless details; give me wings to get to the point.
Seal my lips on my aches and pains; they are increasing, and love of rehearsing them is becoming sweeter as the years go by.
I dare not ask for improved memory, but for a growing humility and a lessening cocksureness when my memory seems to clash with the memories of others.
Teach me the glorious lesson that occasionally I may be mistaken.
Keep me reasonably sweet, for a sour old person is a vexation to those around.
Give me the ability to see good things in unexpected places and talents in unexpected people; and give me, Divine One, the grace to tell them so.
A sweet poem, but I will cut myself some slack if I can’t always do my best! I will continually try!